I Saw Hell — and God Pulled Me Out: Daniel’s Story of Redemption

Because of my past lifestyle, I have been in intensive care on the edge of death seven to eight times with life threatening blood infections.

How does this all start? How does a person become a drug addict? Are they just weak people? Here is my story, it starts at school like many of you, when my drinking mates introduced me to weed, and that eventually led on to the harder drugs.

I know some of you are thinking, yeah, he’s that type, it’s not going to happen to me, but in the last twenty years as an addict.

Everyone thinks it won’t happen to them… until it does...

I met so many people who thought it wouldn’t happen to them, but I knew them as drug addicts, and most of them are still addicted today or dead.

What a lot of people don’t realise is that drugs is a lifestyle, and the people that you have to associate with are not the best of people. You start to associate with people who steal, live a life of violence, and will do really bad things to people to get what they want because the drugs are so addictive.

This lifestyle, if it doesn’t kill you will most times lead you to prison.

When you go to Prison, you soon realise you have to man up, and you needed to be part of a group, the people that I could confide in and relate to were the skinheads, and we survived by doing what we had to do.

When you’re in the middle of a fight and you’re fighting for your life you do whatever you have to do, I don’t wish that life on anyone.

So after 20 years how did I get out? I got out over two years ago, I’m clean and I don’t have any desire for drugs or that scene anymore, I’m going to tell you about an experience that I had – you might believe it you might not – I don’t give a toss – but its true, and it completely turned my life around.

The last time I was in hospital for a blood infection, I was coughing up blood, blood was coming out the other end, I was totally out of it, I didn’t know what I was doing, my body was all swollen, when they took me in the ambulance.

I was in and out off consciousness and I started freaking out because I could feel this evil all around me.

I started panicking, I was trying to get them to stop the ambulance...

I broke a window, I thought they were taking me somewhere to kill me!

When I got to the hospital I was put into an induced coma for three days, I ended up being out for 5 days.

When I was unconscious, I found myself in a chamber, and I could hear deep voices and groans. It was like I was on a table that was tipped up and I was sliding towards something that sounded like a skill saw that was going to chop me in pieces. I saw a guillotine type door that would lift up and cut whatever was there.

I couldn’t stop myself going down, I was on my back, with an unknown force holding me down, and it was pulling me towards the guillotine, there were big walls on either side, they looked like stainless steel, then I saw some massive demonic fingers over the side of the walls, dripping with blood. These creatures were communicating with each other in really deep guttural voices, I could tell they were having trouble with me because I was fighting against what was happening to me, I was in total fear and giving it everything I had,  I could hear the sound of the guillotine, and I could hear people screaming in front of me, and I saw tunnels coming off at the end.

I don’t know how I could tell but I knew that once I got past that guillotine, there was no coming back, at this stage I was fighting with all my strength, I was coming right up to the Guillotine, I felt my heel get cut off!

Then right at the last minute... I got pulled out and into the brightest whitest light, brighter than anything that you’d see on earth. It was like a cloud in front of the sun – a pure white – and there were other colours, green, purple, pink, the colours were shooting at me, I was in a massive space with no sense of gravity, I was so relieved.

Back in the hospital, they pulled the tubes on the third day, I could hear my cousins voice. I stayed in ICU for awhile, then they put me in the recovery ward for a couple of months.

At the start of the two months this Māori guy I knew from prison noticed my name on the hospital door, he would come and visit me, bring me food and sit with me till late. Funny I knew him from jail, he was a high rank Black Power, and I was Chaos 3rd Reich skinhead, but he liked my cheek, and we became mates in prison. He had become a Christian, and amazingly even after 20 years he recognised me just walking past the room.

This is the guy that God used to help me to make some sense of what I experienced, and I’m still learning and trying to make sense of things, but what I can tell you from my own personal experience...

1.     Don’t think you can control drugs, they WILL ALWAYS get you in the end, and especially if you end up in jail, thet will just take you to another level

2.     Hell is real, I’m not telling you that from the bible, I’ve been there

3.     God is real, and he is good – I have been drug free now for over two years, I spend time with my family, and I don’t go running rampant round the town anymore.